#uncle stepdad

[gabybeatrix2103]

Chapter 5.

Harvey Russell.

Fuck.

Harvey knew how wrong this was, but I still didn't stop drinking a little more.

It didn't stop him from remembering the way she sucked his cock like it was the best thing she'd ever tasted, or the way I came in that warm mouth of hers.

It didn't stop him from remembering the way she placed her soft lips on his and thrust, sliding her sweet tongue across his.

It didn't stop him from remembering when he first noticed the fingernail marks on his skin and realized what we'd done last night, what they'd done to each other.

It didn't stop him from pulling out his cock, with a beer in one hand and spit in the other, while jerking him off with long, slow thrusts, asking him how the fuck his Melanie grew up thinking it was normal to want her Step-Uncle as her man.

Harvey couldn't stop thinking about that pathetic excuse she'd given me this morning for skipping school.

Bleeding.

Melanie was bleeding because Harvey had fucked her last night.

Harvey had fucked that little girl so hard last night that she was bleeding and couldn't go to school. any other man, any other good man, would have been terrified to know that fact. but Harvey?

Knowing that Harvey had fucked his Step-Niece, and still bleeding, made his cock hard again.

And for that reason alone, I didn't stop him from going back upstairs to Melanie's room. every inch of his brain told him it was wrong, wicked even, but the rest of his body screamed for her.

Harvey simply didn't know that it was her, his Melanie, who Harvey was looking for.

Harvey is a little unsteady when I get to her room, leaning on the side of the doorframe to keep from swaying as I stare at her unconscious body sprawled on the floor.

Absently, Harvey wonders if that's why she touches him while I sleep. there's a kind of power in him watching her from afar, her body so naked and vulnerable and unaware of his predatory gaze. It sends a low hum through his body, knowing that I can take her any way I want without her struggling in this unconscious state. not so absentmindedly, he realizes that he doesn't care one bit why she touches him while Harvey sleeps.

She chooses to touch him one way or another and that's all that matters. she enjoys herself and so does Harvey.

It's that simple.

Maybe Harvey would be easy for her to touch while Harvey slept, barely responding from all the booze he drank. stepping forward into the room, he caught a familiar scent in the air.

But he looked down at his hands, saw that I had nothing there, and realized that the only reason her room would smell like his booze is because his Melanie had been drinking.

Harvey didn't know whether to feel sad or bad about the situation, knowing that she was drinking because of him and his refusal of her. but seriously, what could Harvey have done? If Harvey had said yes, Harvey could have been made to look like the predator.

And because Harvey said no, his sugar spent the night crying and drinking. kneeling on the floor, I brushed her dark brown hair aside and stroked her cheeks.

She had tear tracks running down her face and there was a bit of drool on the sides of her lip. Harvey picked it up with his thumb, bringing it to his lips before sucking the moisture away.

Sweet and sour, just like your Melanie.

Harvey pressed a soft kiss to either side of her lips before pulling away, smoothing her hair back and running his hands over her bare shoulders and arms.

Trailing his fingers along the sides of her waist, he pulled her shorts down and salivated at the sight. She was naked, no panties in sight. Harvey breathed heavily through his nose before kneeling down and positioning himself. If I'm going to hell, I might as well have some fun before I go.

Harvey dove in, parting her lips with his fingers and licking her center. Immediately, a low moan escaped her throat as Harvey gripped her between his fingers.

His tongue reached for her clit and Harvey looked up, watching her chest rise and fall with each lick he gave her sweet pussy. her wetness dripped from her tight hole and Harvey watched, waiting for a sign that she was coming to, as he sucked around her clit.

It takes a moment for Melanie to finally move. Her hips buck beneath his mouth and Harvey moves his hands behind her, gripping her soft flesh and pushing her up against his mouth.

Harvey tastes her, all flesh and woman and a little metal, and when he thrusts his tongue into that sweet hole of hers, the barest of sounds escapes her pretty pink lips.

She whimpers as she moves her head from side to side, facing the wall where Harvey had kept her pinned just a few hours ago. I thought it would freak me out if Melanie woke up and saw him in her room like this, but there’s nothing else Harvey wants her to see.

Harvey wants her to see what he’s doing to her, to see how responsive her body is to him, so Harvey can prove to her that Harvey wants this with her.

Harvey wants them both, and no matter how awful it gets.

Like a man on a mission, I continue to lick his Step-Niece's pussy and watch her react as I do so.

She is so responsive to his touch. Little sounds of pleasure escape her mouth and her head lolles a little more. Harvey is sure she will wake up at any moment, so Harvey pins her arms under her legs, pulling her even closer to his mouth as he spits, sucks and licks her sweet pussy all at once.

Her honey drips from her lips down to his chin, but Harvey can't get enough of her.

— What?

Melanie’s eyes fly open as she watches him take her into his mouth. Harvey hasn’t stopped licking her, not when she pulls away from him, and not when she sighs sleepily, blinking her eyes to clear the vision in front of her.

With a shift of his hips, Harvey has her down and swiped his tongue over her clit. Her moans fill the silent room as she begs him for more.

Harvey pulls back to look at her, rubbing his thumb over her slit before kissing her pussy and continuing to push his girl over the edge of pleasure.

— You’re sweet as sugar, Melanie. that’s what it’s all about.

Her thighs clench and she cries out, squeezing her thighs around his head as she sobs with her release.

— Oh, Uncle Harvey.

Melanie's head is thrown back, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, tears falling from her closed eyes as she whimpers and tightens her grip on his hair.

She's breathless as she rides out her orgasm, chasing the pleasure. Harvey flicks his tongue over her clit a few times before he jerks away, her fingers tightly wrapped in his hair as she pulls him to her face.

Harvey leans down, giving his girl what she wants as Harvey grinds himself into her. Another moan leaves her mouth and her wetness soaks his shorts. Harvey kisses her, the taste of her cum on his tongue.

She doesn't hesitate to wrap her tongue around his, licking against him as she tastes herself. Harvey grinds harder against Melanie as his mind reels from what they've just done. What he's still doing.

Harvey cupped her face between his fingers and squeezed gently. she let out a soft moan and the vibration made her chest shake. Harvey pulled away from her and glanced at his Step-Niece. moving his eyes even lower, he saw the mess she had made.

It sucks, Harvey knows it is, but Harvey likes to see her mess. It just reminds me of what Harvey is capable of giving her.

Melanie pulls her hand away as she looks away from her pussy to her face.

She's not smiling.

In fact, her perfectly clean eyebrows are furrowed, as if she's confused as to why Harvey is here with her in her room.

She opens her mouth and sobs.

She. fucking. sobs.

Harvey doesn't know what to do, and for a second, I panic. then, with quick thinking. I sit up and scoop her up in my arms, holding her tightly. leaning against the bed frame, he tilts his head up and stares helplessly at the ceiling.

Had Harvey read the signs wrong?

Oh, God, he prayed he hadn't. Harvey couldn't have messed up so quickly.

— I'm sorry. - Harvey says, the words tasting bitter on his tongue.

She makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a cry before she speaks.

— Don't be. I'm not mad or anything, it's just... it's just a lot.

She takes another deep breath.

— I just didn't expect you to actually touch me back, Uncle Harvey. I thought I'd have to explain a little more after what you said to me, I didn't think you'd come back.

She pulls away and looks up, looking at him. Harvey doesn't know if it's the way she's looking at Harvey or the way their bodies fit so perfectly together, but his dick is hard as fuck right now.

— I thought you hated me for all of this, Uncle Harvey

Harvey is shaking his head at her before the words are completely out of his mouth. How could she think that? she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

— I could never hate you, sweetie. You’re the apple of my eye, the reason I breathe and live, Melanie. how could I hate you?

She whimpers before diving back into his arms. Her tears soak his shirt and Harvey kisses her through her messy hair.

— I love you, Melanie. I always have and I always will. that’s never going to change for me, okay?

She nods against his chest and wraps her arms around his neck. they’re so incredibly close to each other and Harvey just wants to stay like this with Melanie always in his arms.

— I’m sorry about all of this, Melanie. I didn’t want your mom to leave. If I knew how to deal with this, I would have tried. I would have tried to be a better uncle to you. Honestly, dear. And I know you miss her, we both do, but... - he says, but interrupted

— I don't! - she shouted.

Suddenly she screams next to his ear.

— I don't miss her, I hate her! I hate her for what she did! she left, Uncle Harvey. she left us for a boy only a few years older than me! She left and I hate her so much for it!

Melanie screams against his chest and Harvey feels her wetness all over his body. she wraps her arms even tighter around his neck as Harvey comforts her, trying his best to keep her safe in his embrace.

When she starts to breathe normally again, Harvey pulls her away from him and lifts her chin, making sure his girl's eyes are on him.

Her lips tremble before she speaks.

— I fucking hate her, Uncle Harvey. and I don't miss her, I miss you.

Harvey swallows hard against the sudden dryness in his throat and the safety closer once more. With his girl against him, Harvey brushes her hair back and stands up, laying them both on the bed. smela is right to miss you, since esme is gone, i haven't been home much to spend time with melanie. and the times i have been home, i've spent it drinking.

With her bare pussy against his cock and her nipples pushed against his chest, he can see the few signs that harvey might have messed up as uncle.

Heaving a deep sigh, he rubs his hand over her face before tightening his grip on melanie's body. her breathing has slowed and she'll be asleep soon. closing her eyes, trying to do the same. we can deal with all of this tomorrow.

•••

Chapter 6.

Melanie Garcia.

I wake up in my bed with my shorts back on. He had cleaned me up before he left, sometime during the night or early this morning.

It hurt to know he had left while I was sleeping, but I wasn't going to let that be another problem that came between us. after brushing my teeth and pulling on an oversized t-shirt, I head downstairs to the kitchen.

When I enter, I notice that Uncle Harvey has his back to me and is staring at the table. I swallow hard before clearing my throat, making my presence known.

— Good morning, Uncle Harvey. - I say softly, waiting for a response.

He lets out a morning husky sound before moving from his seat at the table. he stands up immediately, heading towards the stove to turn on the gas while rummaging through our cupboards, looking for food.

— How about I cook you something today? What do you feel like eating, Doll? - he asks.

I groan inwardly at what he is doing. partly because we don't have any more food in the cupboards, but also because he's trying wasting time, getting busy before a confrontation can happen on either side.

— Can we talk, please? - I begged him.

Tired of whatever he was trying to do instead of addressing the very blatant elephant in the room. We both know what I’m referring to, he just doesn’t seem to want to address it.

He turns off the gas to the stove and leans against the kitchen counter.

— Uncle Harvey. - I say before crossing my arms over my chest.

Slowly, he turns around. He still doesn’t look at me. He doesn’t look at me.

I let out an exasperated sigh and took a step forward. there was nowhere for him to go. #?standing close to him, so close that there was barely an inch of space between us, I reached my hand up to touch his face.

His brows are furrowed as he keeps his gaze cast down to the floor.

I rub my thumbs over his eyebrows, smoothing out the lines there, and kiss him on the side of his stubbly cheek. he hasn't shaved in a few days.

— Please, look at me. - I manage to whisper, still stroking his face with my thumb.

He listens to me, lifting his head and then his eyes, I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he looks at me, really looks at me. cupping his face between my palms, I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him squarely on the lips.

We didn’t shy away from this last night and I’m not going to let him shy away from it today.

— Melanie. - he says, my name.

He sighs and tries to push me away from him. I don’t move.

— No. you came to my room last night, Uncle Harvey, you. I didn’t make you come and I definitely didn’t make you perform oral sex on me. It was all you. so why are you acting like this today?

He clenches his jaw as he continues to stare at me. Uncle Harvey doesn’t speak until he does, and I feel my stomach tighten in response to his words.

— Do you want this? all of it? - he asks.

My heart races and my lips part.

Do I want this? all this with Uncle Stepfather Harvey?

Uncle Harvey must see the question in my eyes because he continues, deciding to give me an option out.

— You tell me no now, Melanie, and I promise you’ll come back. you’ll act like this. - he gestures between him and me. — has never happened. I promise I won’t act weird if you say no.

He steps forward, but so do I, pushing so far into him that my breasts are right against his chest. there’s a familiar hardness against my lower belly and I can’t help but stand on my tiptoes, brushing my tongue against his jaw before whispering in Step-Uncle Harvey’s ear.

— What if I say yes?

Big hands wrap around my wrist before moving my own hands inside Uncle Harvey’s pants. He’s been inactive today and I palm him, loving the way his familiar nakedness feels against my hand. He grows with each stroke and opens my palm.

— What if you say yes.

He takes his hand off my wrist.

— Then this pussy.

A touch between my legs.

— This body.

A touch on my breasts.

— This mouth.

A touch on my lips.

— That's all.

His arms wrap around me.

— You.

He pulls me close to his chest and holds me there.

— You’ll be mine.

He leans his face over mine, our lips perfectly aligned.

— And there’s no turning back.

Tilt my head to him, I make my final decision and give my answer.

— Yes. - I sigh. — of course, Daddy.

He wastes no time in claiming my mouth. His hand comes to my face as he grips me between his jaw, holding me in place for him as Uncle Harvey presses into me even more incredibly hard. a moan escapes as he pulls away from my lips to suck on my jaw. his warm mouth moves even lower, passing over my neck and collarbones, until he’s between the valley of my breasts.

He places a single kiss there, against the rumble of my chest, before moving back up.

— Will you be here for me? always?

He murmurs against my ear as he pulls my shirt off. the cold hits me immediately and my nipples harden, Uncle Harvey's tongue immediately darts out to lick them, his warmth making me soft once more.

— Always. - I sigh. — you’ll always have me. - I say, smiling.

He pulls away from my breasts, lifting his head to cup my face in his palms as he tilts my head up, lowering his to meet mine in the middle as he places a soft kiss on my lips.

I moan against him and push myself into him. Uncle Harvey is being a tease because only seconds later, he pulls away from me, breathing heavily as he holds me close.

— And you’ll always have me. - he says, cupping my face.

Heat spreads through my body as I help Uncle Harvey remove his own clothes. when he’s standing in front of me, naked with his cock hard and glistening with precum, I take a step back and swallow against the tightness in my throat.

— I’m not her. - I say, talking about my mother. I accidentally blurt it out in a moment of weakness. Uncle Harvey doesn’t miss a beat as he steps forward to hold me.

— I’m not going to ask you to be her. I’m happy with you and you’re the one I want. You’re the one I need, Melanie. — he says.

His thumbs dip into the band of my shorts as he pulls them down. then, we’re both naked in our kitchen, rubbing against each other’s bodies as heavy breaths leave us. Uncle Harvey lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him, kissing him.

He walks to the center of the kitchen, laying me down against the table with a kiss on my throat. I blush when I realize Uncle Harvey is looking right at me.

— I have a lot of things to do.

I nod, my lips parting, and I wait for his next move. I’m tingling with anticipation of what he’ll do next.

His thick fingers trail down my sides before settling on my neck.

He presses there, feeling my pulse beneath his fingers, and leans into me.

— Lay back and enjoy this, Baby Doll. Let me show you how a real man does it.

Uncle Harvey murmurs against my lips.

My heart races in my chest as I nod at him. this is what I’ve been waiting for, for Uncle Harvey to finally take the lead.

He spits into his palm and grabs his long cock, rubbing it all over before teasing me. He doesn’t enter me. Instead, he rubs the head of his cock up and down my slit, and as much as I love the feeling of it, I wish he would just move so he was inside me.

— Just fuck me already. - I whine at him.

— Do you want Daddy to fuck you? to stay inside you?

Yes, please, Uncle Harvey.

— Please fuck me, Uncle Harvey. fuck your little girl.

We both gasp as he wastes no time in doing just that. eyes locked on each other, Uncle Harvey continues thrusting as his head drops and his breath comes in short, choppy sounds.

I feel that familiar stretch of his cock entering me and I moan, my back lifting off the table as he pulls out completely before slamming back inside me again. we are both in a state of pure pleasure as Uncle Harvey gives and I receive, our sounds filling the room.

— Watch us, Melanie. Watch me take you. Watch Uncle take you. You’re going to cum around Daddy’s cock like a good little girl, aren’t you, Baby Doll?

I’m waving him off before he finishes his sentence. My eyes move down to where we’re both connected, watching in awe as he thrusts in and out of me, plowing so hard I’m sure he’s going to make me bleed again.

— Fuck, Uncle Harvey.

It feels so hot. and it feels so hot. we’re both connected on his cock and there’s nothing, not even a condom, acting as a barrier to separate us from each other.

My hips move in time with his thrusts and soft gasps escape my mouth.

— I’m close, Uncle Harvey. so close.

He quickens his pace and his thumb rubs circles around my shaft. I can’t breathe.

Fuck.

I feel my pussy clench around Uncle Harvey as I finally come. He thrusts into me, so hard and deep, and then he collapses on top of me, grabbing my face and kissing me with all his strength. I feel his cock twitch inside me and then he fills me with his cum.

I moan and thrust my tongue into Uncle Harvey’s mouth, my pussy still convulsing around him. Breathing heavily, Uncle Harvey pulls away from me and pulls away. We both make sounds at the loss of each other’s bodies. His hot cum, mixed with mine, drips from my pussy as Uncle Harvey pushes two fingers inside me and forces them back in.

— On your knees, Melanie, with your head down.

I do as he tells me and move, loving the way my pussy squirts with my cum and his as I turn around, getting on all fours before lowering my head. My body sparks as I realize this is how Uncle Harvey found me two nights ago in his bed.

— Are you ready to go again, Doll? ready for Uncle to fuck you one more time?

He palms my ass and spreads my cheeks with his thumb. one day, I'm going to let Uncle Harvey have that hole too.

— Always ready for you, Uncle Harvey.

He grabs a fistful of hair, pulling me back as he claims my lips once more. his fingers dip into my pussy and he curls them upward, making me moan. I ride his fingers as his cock rubs between our bodies. a blush spreads across my body as I realize how shameless I'm being for Uncle Harvey. that doesn't stop me from digging my nails into him, moaning as I near my orgasm.

He releases me and I moan at the loss of his touch on me.

— Uncle Harvey!

Uncle Harvey chuckles before flipping me over onto my stomach, slapping my bare flesh as I cry out. he lines himself up perfectly behind me, spreading my ass as he spits there, and enters me with a low groan.

— This pussy is mine, Melanie, and I'm going to make it cum whenever I want. got it?

— Sure, Uncle Harvey. I understand.

I let out a moan. he squeezes my flesh even tighter before pulling out of me completely. He makes me wait and I can feel his eyes burning into me.

— Ready for this, Doll?

Uncle Harvey finally lets out the word as his voice cracks with desire.

I nod my head against the table, waiting for him to enter me again.

— I’m always ready for you, Uncle Harvey.

It doesn’t take long for him to cum inside me again. the table shakes under his movements and I’m sure I’ve dripped so much that we’ll need a new tablecloth to replace this one.

My eyes roll to the back of my head and I’m panting. Uncle Harvey keeps moving inside me and I feel his lips against the small of my back. His lips curve at the feel of him there, remembering how he did the same thing just two nights ago.

Just two nights was enough to change the dynamic of our relationship and I wasn’t complaining at all. just having Uncle Harvey by my side, inside me, was all I ever wanted. and all I'll ever need.

•••

Chapter 7.

Harvey Russell.

Her pussy tastes so sweet.

Harvey savors the taste of his little girl, flattening his tongue against her as Harvey collects her juices, sucking and licking her all over.

His cock is hard and heavy against his thigh, and when his Step-Niece lets out a moan from those soft lips of hers, I feel the pre-cum dripping from his tip. he's never wanted her so much before. Harvey can't help but groan against her wetness, feeling the vibrations rock through her core as she drips onto her bed.

Harvey holds her legs open so Harvey can feast on her, and feast on her good.

Her juices are smeared all over his face, between her thighs, and on the bed beneath their bodies.

Even though Harvey has been at it for hours, he can't stop.

She's so addictive.

— Shit, baby. you're soaking wet. - his voice is barely a murmur as he pulls him away from her, exchanging his mouth for his thumb, rubbing it along her slit while pressing the soft tip of it against her clit.

Her hips rock against his touch, even in this state.

She's always so responsive, even when she's like this.

Harvey raises his eyes to hers, but she doesn't look at him and doesn't respond.

Harvey can't help but chuckle softly as I run your other palm over the soft flesh of her bare thighs.

No wonder she's so quiet, his Harvey is fast asleep.

Harvey lets out a heavy sigh as he wraps his hands around each of her thighs, holding her open for him so that Harvey can bury his face between them once more.

Harvey moans at the scent of her, and the feel of her thighs against either side of his face. His mouth waters as he takes a deep breath, filling his lungs with all of her. as Harvey licks Melanie, he takes her clit between his lips, sucking gently, swirling his tongue around it. her legs tremble around his head as a soft sigh escapes her. Harvey knows he's waited too long. Harvey can't wait any longer. Harvey needs to take her now,

Her hand goes to the front of his pants as she gropes his hardness, taking in her sweet scent. as soon as I pull down the waistband, I weigh his cock out of his pants and stand up to its full height.

Her mouth goes dry as I look at her sugar on her bed like this.

Her brown hair is spread out all over the bed.

Her cheeks have turned pink.

Her entire lower half is on display for Harvey.

Harvey thought about taking off her shirt, but that would take

A little more work, and I was sure she would wake up if Harvey tried. It would be fun if they were both awake together from the start, but this is more fun.

Besides, it's late and I've kept her awake most nights already.

His Melanie deserves at least a full night's sleep every now and then.

Harvey just hopes she stays asleep for the rest of this.

Harvey rubbed his thumb over the tip of his cock, bringing it closer to her slit, when he heard a faint buzzing sound.

Harvey immediately pulled away from her, noticing the way her phone flashed with a notification in her bedside drawer.

Harvey frowned.

It was past midnight here, and Harvey knew he shouldn’t be messing with her this late when she had somewhere to be tomorrow, but who thought it was okay to text his Step-Niece at this time of night? Harvey reached over and grabbed her phone, unlocking it to see what the notification was about.

It was a text from her friend, Elizabeth, and when it loaded, I realized she had sent a video to Melanie. I clicked on it, stared at the dark screen, when I finally heard something.

Porn.

A lump formed in his throat—the same as the one in his other hand—and his eyes were fixed on the screen in front of him.

This wasn’t any kind of porn; it was Godfather-Goddaughter porn.

His cock twitched in his palm.

Why was Elizabeth sending this to Melanie?

Did her Step-Niece tell her friend what she and Harvey were doing?

Her heart clenches painfully in her chest.

No.

Melanie wouldn't betray his trust like that. she wouldn't do something like that without telling him first.

She. wouldn't do that.

She wouldn't explicitly talk about this new... event that had happened between them a few weeks ago, but Harvey had made it very clear that he wanted this to stay between them, and only us.

His little girl wouldn't betray him like that.

It's only when the screen zooms in that he can see a little more. It's not as dark as before, but it's still a little dark. but even in the darkness, I can make out the very obvious movement of a man jerking his cock.

And as he shoots his cum, panting as he watches whatever it is he watches, Harvey realizes why Elizabeth sent this video to his Melanie.

The man in the video isn't just any man.

He's her Godfather.

His heart feels like it's going to burst out of his chest.

His cock, however, has other plans.

As the video loops, and plays from the beginning again, Harvey clenches. Harvey watches him touch himself, touching himself as he does, and glances between the screen of her phone and the sleeping figure of his Step-Niece.

Harvey never thought of Melanie that way, but Fp...

Of course he has Elizabeth.

Harvey may not know her Godfather well, but I know his voice well enough to recognize it as belonging to the man in the video.

The man who screamed his GoddDaughter's name as he came...

Fuck.

Harvey didn't realize that Fp was just as crazy as Harvey didn't realize that he wanted his Goddaughter that way.

Harvey wondered how things might have been different if Harvey had been the one who wanted her first.

It still doesn't make sense why Verônica sent that video to Melanie.

Locking her phone, Harvey slid it into his pocket as he tucked his cock back into his pants. Harvey could deal with this later. for now, Harvey looked at his Melanie.

Her chest rose and fell as she breathed, and her entire face was now flushed. her eyebrows were relaxed, and Harvey knew she was enjoying this little bliss Harvey had given her by putting his mouth on her.

Leaning down, I adjusted her shorts and pulled them over her waist. Harvey didn't think about it before he did it, Harvey pressed a soft kiss to his Step-Niece's lips. that soft kiss became a little more passionate, and slowly Harvey felt her lips move against his as another small moan escaped her.

Before Harvey could let this continue, Harvey pulled away from her and rubbed his palm against the side of her thigh. when Harvey is sure she's fallen asleep again, I stand up, ready to leave her room and go to his.

He gropes the front of his pants again, feeling how hard it all makes him.

Harvey can ask her about that video when she's properly awake to answer his questions.

Sweet dreams, Doll.

•••

Melanie Garcia.

— Melanie. — I hear Uncle Harvey calling from somewhere downstairs.

— Yes, Uncle Harvey? - I ask.

There’s a small pause before he speaks again.

— Come here for a minute. - he says.

I nod, even though he’s not here to see me, and take another look at myself in the mirror.

It’s been a while since I’ve been back at school, and I don’t want to think about how everyone will react when I do. the special treatment I’ve been getting from Uncle Harvey has been mind-blowing, but the one from my team and classmates, not so much.

So, with one last look at myself, I take a deep breath…

I make sure my shirt is tucked into my skirt, and that my skirt is a few inches higher than it needs to be. spinning around, I laugh softly before grabbing my bag and leaving my room.

I bet Uncle Harvey will love seeing me dressed like this.

As I walk down the stairs, I find him sitting in his armchair, one of my favorite places to find him.

The place where I gave him countless blowjobs, the place where he got so drunk he had no idea of the things I was doing to him there.

Here, I could do whatever I wanted to him.

Here, I could do whatever I wanted to him.

Here, he came all over my hands, in my mouth, and on my body.

You see why I love meeting him here.

— Yes, Uncle Harvey? - I say breathlessly as I drop my bag on the floor and take a step toward him.

— Is there something I should know, Doll? maybe something interesting you want to share with me?

I stop to think for a moment and then nod almost immediately.

I feel my entire face starting to turn red.

Ever since Uncle Harvey and I…

I’ve been having dreams about him, dreams about us.

Sometimes they seem so real that if I reached them, I’d find Uncle Harvey right there in my bed with him.

But he only touched me once while I was sleeping.

He told me that was the only time he had ever touched me while I was sleeping in bed, but I didn’t quite believe him.

I could feel his fingers on my body, his mouth on my skin, his voice in my ears.

There’s no way I could have dreamed about this every time I felt him with me.

But if he doesn’t feel comfortable enough to tell me the truth yet, I won’t push him. maybe he’s just too embarrassed to tell me, because there’s a kind of power that comes with watching and touching someone while they’re sleeping.

You can have them any way you want, and they’re too distracted to react, maybe even fight back.

Not that I would say no to him if he really was touching me while I was sleeping…

— Melanie? - his soft voice pulls me from my thoughts, so, shaking my head slightly, I clear my throat before answering.

— No, Uncle Harvey, there’s nothing like that.

I’m breathless, and as if I know why, he smiles at me.

He nods at me, and I realize it’s because of what I said. for some reason, I feel like he doesn’t believe me.

— Why all these questions, Uncle Harvey? - I ask, taking another step toward him, loving the way he trails his eyes all over my fully clothed body.

Even though he hasn’t said anything about the way I’m dressed today, I know he likes it. as much as he loves that I’m a Uncle’s girl, he loves me even more on the days I decide to go to school.

When he finally takes his eyes off my body, he speaks.

— Tell me about you and Elizabeth. what kind of things do you girls talk about? - he asks softly.

I tilt my head to the side, feeling a depression forming between my eyebrows.

Betty?

Why is he asking me about her?

We met years ago, one day in detention, and even though she was a year older than me, she was cool. we became close around my 14th birthday, and we've been inseparable ever since.

I don't know why he's asking me about her now.

— We talked about a lot of things. why this sudden interest? - I asked, almost feeling a sweat on my forehead.

My stomach tightens and I feel a little insecure because of all his questions.

I think he realizes how all this is making me feel, because he stops asking me anything else and shakes his head, offering me an answer to my question.

— There's no reason, Doll. I was just curious. - he says.

Slowly, he lowers his hand to his side as he fishes something out of his pockets. When he pulls it out completely, I sigh.

— Why do you have my phone? - I asked nervously.

I ask him.

I couldn't find it anywhere after I woke up.

There was a small part of me that thought he might have had it, since I felt like he was in my room last night, but since he didn't say anything about it, I didn't either.

I assumed he had lost it somewhere, but I don't think so.

Uncle Harvey had my phone the whole time, which proves one thing.

He comes to me while I sleep.

I smile at the thought as he tilts his chin up at me.

— Come here and I’ll show you why. - he orders.

As he speaks, his lips twitch at the corners.

I bite my bottom lip, wondering if I should accept, since I know how things go between us whenever I sit on his lap.

It only takes me a second to make up my mind, and once I do, I decide to go for it.

Sneaking even closer until his knees hit the front of my legs, I smile at him. he offers me his hand, and I take it as I turn around, wrapping it around my waist before I sit comfortably on his lap.

I can already feel how hard he is.

He brings my phone in front of me, opening it to the conversation between Veronica and me as he clicks on an attachment. It’s a video.

— What’s this? - I ask him as the video starts playing.

But as it loads and I watch everything play out on the screen, my lips part.

He doesn’t need to explain anything to me.

I see it all happening before my eyes.

— Holy shit. - I sigh as I take my phone in my own hands, bringing it even closer to my face. — I can't believe this!

No wonder Uncle Harvey is asking me all these questions, he probably thinks Veronica sent this video because of me, because of us...

He probably thinks I told her everything that happened between us, and that's why she sent me this video.

But that's not the case, because I still haven't told my best friend about us. and that happened because of something else entirely.

A while back, we shared some dirty desires that we each had, and they involved each of my Step-Uncle and his Godfather in one way or another.

That...that was one thing, but this...this is something else entirely.

It's so obvious that this is Fp in the video. the man who is touching himself, watching porn while cumming, is Fp.

Her Godfather.

We never spoke about that moment again, but I think it must have been on her mind ever since she decided to send me this video.

When he starts playing again, Uncle Harvey places his hands on my hips, rocking my body against his. his hardness is so obvious beneath me like this.

— Daddy. - I start to say breathlessly, feeling my wetness seep through the material of my panties. —you know I'm going to be late if we keep this up!

He breathes heavily against my neck as he continues to play with me, ignoring my words as he presses a kiss to my skin.

My body shivers, and I find myself leaning back towards him, resting my head on his shoulder as I raise my eyes to meet his.

— It's okay, Doll. I'll make it quick and then I'll let you go. - he says, his tone calm.

Even though I know I shouldn't, and that it's getting late, I nod at him.

Pleased with me, he smiles and makes an appreciative noise that comes from the base of his throat. that alone immediately makes me feel ten times more aroused.

Uncle Harvey’s hand slides away from my hips as he unzips my pants, and I feel his length against my bare thighs. I swallow hard, and let my phone fall to my lap after I lock the screen. he then palms my skin, pushing my panties aside as he positions his length at my entrance, before both hands go to each thigh as he holds me open like this. I place my hands over his and take a deep breath.

Uncle Harvey pushes in.

A moan immediately escapes me.

Behind me, he breathes heavily, and his hot breath tickles my ear. his hips rock beneath me, and I feel my wetness leaking all over my body.

He chuckles when I turn my head, trying desperately to press my lips to his. as he pulls away from me, I let out a frustrated sound, and he digs his fingers deeper into each of my thighs.

— You like cumming on Daddy’s cock, don’t you, Baby Doll? - he asks.

I nod, even though I shouldn’t.

Admitting it will only make this whole thing longer, and Uncle Harvey knows it. He knows how to play with my body, and he knows how to play with it well.

— I’m going to be late, Daddy! I have to go.

My breathing is heavy as my eyes dart between his.

He hums, reaching between my legs as he thrusts upward into me.

I bit back a moan as I felt myself tighten around him.

— This isn’t going to be good, is it, Baby Doll?

He’s teasing me, teasing me because he already knows the answer.

He looks at the desperation on my face and chuckles.

He rocks his hips against mine a little more, thrusting into me as all sorts of sounds come out of our mouths. as I get desperate, I dig my nails into his flesh as I beg him to let me come.

The faster he does this, the faster I’ll come, and I know he will too.

He always comes after me and makes sure I never leave without coming first.

Finally, Uncle Harvey pinches my clit between his two fingers, and I can’t help but cry out as I feel myself breaking for him. my entire body turns red as Uncle Harvey groans in my ear, rubbing circles around my sweet spot to ease the slight ache.

— Good girl, Baby Doll. your pussy is squeezing my whole cock so well.

My body shudders against his before falling limp as I feel him lift me by the hips, cumming all over the back of my bare thighs.

As he soils me, I sigh happily.

His heartbeat is strong against my body, and for a few long minutes, we stay in that position together. Uncle Harvey brushes his fingertips all over the front of my bare thighs as he presses a kiss to the side of my neck.

I only notice the time when my eyes accidentally find the clock.

— Shit, I’m going to be late!

I don’t waste another second and stand up and move away from his lap, cursing as I feel his cum dripping down my legs.

Uncle Harvey gently offers me his hand, and since there’s nothing else here to use, I take it. He runs his fingers along both sides of my thighs, gathering the cum so that I’m clean. When he’s done, I thank him.

— Bye, Melanie. Have a good day at school. - he says, settling himself on the couch.

I smile and raise my hand to wave at him.

— Bye, Uncle Harvey.

[areallyyellowmango]

Anastacha's "cool uncle or whatever" ™️

[frownyalfred]

Clark tells himself he has the kids favor to feel better 😭

Look the kids like Clark…but they won’t stop talking about Hal, and even Kryptonians lose patience eventually 🤣

[aurorawritestoescape]

Vacation with Step-dad and uncle 🫠 (they think no one will notice them staring 😉)

I WANT THAT I NEED THAT OK??!😩

Here’s what I’m thinking.. Stepdad Tommy throws glances at you here and there at the beach, trying not to be obvious while checking you out. It’s definitely hard for the guy, bc you’re wearing the skimpiest bikini you could find. Of course you chose it to drive your stepdad crazy and your plan is working great. To poor Tommy’s distress, he pops a boner as soon as you walk out of the ocean almost naked and wet. He excuses himself and hurries to the suite (his and your mother’s) to jack off, thinking of his hot stepdaughter.

Now step-uncle Joel. That mf STARES at you, he gives no fucks if anyone notices him undressing his step niece in his mind. Tbh, not much undressing is needed, so he imagines pulling you onto his lap and making you ride him. He shamelessly adjusts his big bulge, tenting his slutty shorts, and when you notice it together with his dark eyes fixed on your body, you scrunch your pretty nose, feigning disgust, but secretly get wet from the attention of this hot perv.

THANK YOU for the sexy moodboard and the thots, Izzy!🫂😘💖 ILY!

Bad Blood masterlist

[coelacanthropology]

i love having a non traditional family dynamic and extended family im not actually related to because it’s great but also because the other day my friend complimented my pencil case (it was originally meant as a makeup bag but i don’t wear makeup so i use it as a pencil case) and i genuinely got to say ‘thanks, my mom’s ex boyfriend’s ex mother in law made it for me’

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 165

Danny is rather bemused but honestly with how his life is, this might as well happen. Apparently he has seven more siblings now, and a whole second dysfunctional family. And apparently he, Ellie and Jordan are the babies of the family. So. 

Could Clockwork have mentioned that one of his variants had children before? Maybe, but this gets him out of becoming ghost king at the age of fourteen, which is a baby to the Realms anyway. 

Well, hopefully their new siblings will be fine with them… 

[stewy]

me cherry picking from the scripts what to add to my belief system

[zer0point5ive]

it’s the picture of diana in lawrence’s wallet with her arms wrapped around a dog, it’s the horse riding awards in her bedroom and and the snake toy she has draped over her headboard .. it’s adam who wanted so badly to be a vet, adam who loves cats and brings them saucers of milk despite there being barely anything in his fridge .. it’s them bonding over their love of animals, diana showing adam her amazing animal facts book and adam asking for one every time he sees her, it’s adam saving up his own money so he can surprise her with a trip to the zoo for their next adam-and-diana day when lawrence and alison are at work and need someone to watch her, it’s him taking his camera, getting pictures of her with her favorite animals and developing them, it’s diana telling adam she wants to be a vet when she grows up and him getting excited, grabbing lawrence’s stethoscope when diana says she wants to play vets and taking his job oh so seriously when diana says that he’s gotta be her assistant, it’s .. its ..

[wenellyb]

Us: We just want to know, is Bucky gonna end up with Sam or with Sarah?

Marvel: Yes

[gabybeatrix2103]

Uncle-Stepfather and Niece-Stepdaughter.

Synopsis: My mother was a miserable woman for abandoning our family, but I was no better than her for setting everything in motion.

When my Uncle-stepfather started drinking to cope with his sudden grief, I comforted him. when the truth came out and everything fell apart, he comforted me.

And when the lines began to blur, so did the extent of our relationship. I was the one who was there for my stepfather, and he was the one who was there for me. from that point on, it was determined that we would always be there for each other.

Chapter 1.

Harvey Russell.

42 Years.

— Shit.

The curse falls from his lips unintentionally as I stumble before grabbing the sides of the railing. Harvey can barely walk straight. his eyes roll into the back of his head and he lets out a low groan.

— "How the fuck am I supposed to keep walking?" - Harvey thought.

There are still the steps that lead up to the front porch, the hallway that leads me to his quiet house, and the curve to my cold bedroom. It's been cold ever since his wife decided she was over him, over them, and had moved in with a boy many years younger than Harvey.

For Harvey's sake, the little shit could have her.

She'd been nothing more than a warm glove to stick his dick in all these years. and yet, she'd been as responsive as a fish being fucked. the only good thing about her was that I could have a child through her, and yet, I'd gone through hell and back to make that work.

But for some reason, it still hurt to know that she left them for another man. holy shit, she hadn't even looked back once since she left them for him.

Her marriage only happened because she took care of Melanie at the end of our high school years. If anything, she would be using that shiny new boy toy of hers to relive the years she'd missed since she chose to be a stay-at-home mom, deciding to spend her years raising Melanie the best she could.

Ugh.

Another moan rips from the depths of his chest.

Just the thought of her with him makes his head throb and his heart beat a little faster. there's no point wasting time with that slut, not when Harvey has a stepdaughter to continue raising alone since her pathetic mother isn't here anymore, so he brings the back of his hand to his lips and wipes his mouth.

There's no trace of alcohol on his lips.

Harvey wasn't the same father who raised her. Harvey wasn't, not since Esme left them, but that wasn't an excuse.

Melanie deserves better.

Fighting the urge to vomit everything I'd consumed in the last few hours, I stood up and took small steps before reaching the front door.

It was completely quiet.

Before, when his wife was still here, Harvey would go crazy coming home to this kind of silence. It meant his stepdaughter, his Melanie, had gone to bed and Esme had gone to their bed.

Harvey knew what that silence meant to Harvey.

Harvey would walk into the house, take the second left into their bedroom and close the door behind him. there, Esme would find his wife, his Esme, with her body on their bed, positioned on all fours, her head down and her ass up, waiting for him to come home.

It was a wifely duty she had promised to continue before they made their agreement to marry for the sake of their unborn child.

It was really the only marital duty she had promised and continued.

To fulfill throughout their marriage, but even then, like everything else, it had come to a halt with her departure.

— Melanie? - Harvey called out, his stepdaughter’s name.

Harvey yelled as he entered the house.

There was no answer, so I could only assume she had gone to sleep.

After all, his Melanie was a good girl, and there was no reason for her to stay up on a school night.

Dropping the house keys into the bowl to his right, I closed the front door behind him and walked towards his room. I reached up to rub his face. there was a pounding in his skull that just wouldn’t stop.

Step, after step, after step.

It's the same shit, different day.

Harvey is getting really tired of this and it seems like there's no room for change. one of these days, Harvey is going to end up killing himself with the amounts he's been drinking since Esme left, but that day wasn't today, and it wouldn't be tomorrow.

Harvey would live long enough to make sure Melanie didn't end up without a stepfather.

Melanie deserves better.

So. much. better.

Harvey opens the door to his room and I step inside. closing the door behind him, his eyes widen a little before narrowing at the sight before him.

His breath catches and his body freezes immediately. there's no way...

Harvey realizes he's staring, lost, at the sight before him.

A few seconds pass. neither she nor Harvey dares to move us.

— Esme? - Harvey shouts, calling his wife's name.

Harvey took a few hesitant steps forward. If she was a figment of his imagination, Harvey must be pretty drunk because she sure looked real.

— Esme? - Harvey yelled, again.

No response.

His Esme wasn’t responding because Harvey told her not to. she had always been indifferent to his touch, so I told her to stop completely. Her faking it only made it harder for Harvey to cum.

It didn’t take long for her to hear his words.

So why wasn’t Esme responding?

— Stop it.

Still, nothing.

Harvey swallowed hard and moved his hand from the side of his leg to his cock, gripping his cock through my jeans. he hadn’t fucked anyone since Esme left, and if his imagination was strong enough to hallucinate that she would be here, Harvey would take full advantage of the chance.

Stepping forward, Harvey unbuttoned his jeans and watched them fall to the floor. His cock was erect and pointing straight at her.

At Esme.

Harvey licked his lips this time as his eyes moved from the floor to her naked body.

Her pert ass was in the air, almost teasing him to step forward, and her head was down, probably her buttocks flat against the bed. It was too dark to tell, but that was all I could make out.

Spitting into his open palm, he grabbed his cock and rubbed it along its length. Harvey stroked himself until he was hard and desperate to fuck her.

As pre-cum pooled at the tip of his cock, Harvey caught it between his fingers and spread it all over Esme's lips. she didn't make a sound as Harvey slid forward, putting more pressure on her body as he continued to play with her pussy.

Harvey strokes her with precision, fingering her throbbing pussy until her honey drips from his fingers and runs down his palm.

His two fingers slide in and out of her and his other hand runs along the front of her, reaching to cup her heavy breasts in his palm. Harvey twists her nipple before pulling away.

She’s wet enough, so I kneel on the bed to slide his cock inside her. It’s desperate to get inside her. Harvey is desperate to get inside her. Harvey fucked her like he hated her. Harvey fucked her like he hated her, and he fucked her like I still do. Harvey hates her, Harvey hates her, Harvey hates her.

But his words speak louder than his actions.

— I missed you, Esme.

Harvey can't help but let his voice crack as he leans his head down, pressing his lips against her lower back as he continues to thrust in and out of her tight body. she doesn't make a sound.

— I missed you so much more than I thought I would. Melanie missed you.

His hands move up until your fingers are wrapped in her light brown hair as he pulls her back.

Esme originally had dark hair, unlike Harvey and Melanie, but she foolishly decided to dye it to make her look younger and influenced his Melanie to do the same. now, with a fistful of her shiny hair between his fingers, she obeys as she moves with his grip until her back is facing him.

Harvey wishes there was light in the room to see how her face changes with his next words. these will speak volumes.

— Moan for me. just this once, Esme, and we can forget all about tonight. moan for me one last time, Esme, and I'll never think about you again.

Pulling out of her, Harvey makes her wait before he slams back in.

There's a sharp intake of breath before Harvey slams into her ass. she gasps with each thrust of his body before her hands move down, gripping his thighs so tightly Harvey is sure she's leaving marks on him.

Scratching him.

Taking him.

Harvey thrust himself inside her and held her delicate wrists tightly between his thick fingers.

Harvey didn't stop moving.

She moans as her orgasm hits her and swallows her whole. her walls clench around his cock as Harvey tightens his grip on her, finally filling every inch of her with his cum.

Harvey didn't stop moving forward until he had her pinned between the bed and his body. His fingers squeeze her ripples until he heard her shudder.

— If this is really you, get out of my life. and if this is a fucking hallucination of mine, get out of my mind. I don't want you, or need you. I have Melanie, and she has me. we have each other. leave you, you slut, and never come back.

Releasing her arm from her tight grip, I push her to the side and fall face down on her bed, letting her eyes drift closed. a groan leaves your mouth as you embrace the darkness and welcome sleep.

She is no longer someone important in your life.

•••

Chapter 2.

Harvey Russell.

— Esme.

Harvey says harshly, patting the space next to him to look for her body.

Harvey doesn't feel anything there besides the comforter and a few pillows. opening his eyes, he does a double take when he realizes there's nothing there.

No Esme

— What the fuck? - Harvey manages to mumble in his shock.

The comforter covers his waist and below and he's pretty sure he'll be naked when he takes it off. Harvey has to be because last night, Harvey fucked Esme. Harvey is pretty sure he fucked her.

As I move the material to one side, I hope to see at least something on his dick to prove that last night was real, but he's still wearing the exact same thing he wore when he left the house yesterday.

Harvey is completely covered, still with his clothes on.

What the fuck?

Harvey doesn't fucking believe this. this has to be a joke.

His fingers fumble with his jeans as he unbuttons them, pushing them down to pull out his cock. His face is up close and personal with his junk, but he doesn’t see anything there.

There’s nothing there.

Absolutely nothing.

His head spins.

Was Harvey so drunk last night that I could imagine it all? he didn’t think he’d miss Esme so much that he’d fantasize about her, but I guess his head is telling him one thing and his cock is telling him another.

He runs his hand over his face and gets out of bed. I’m here.

The room is going to drive him crazy, so I pull on some boxers and take off his shirt.

Harvey needs to eat.

A string of curses falls from his mouth as I walk out of his room and into the kitchen.

How could I have imagined all of this?

His walk slows when I notice Melanie’s school bag near the front door. from the way the sun is shining through their windows, she should have gotten to school hours ago.

— Melanie? Are you home, dear? - he asked.

Harvey heard her clear her throat before she let out a small reply. she was always quiet, and her nature never stopped a smile from creeping across her face.

— Good morning, sweetheart. - he says to her, expecting nothing more than a sweet smile and a response from his stepdaughter.

She smiles at him, a real smile, she smiles back, but that’s not why she suddenly stops. Harvey stops walking further into the kitchen because she’s wearing one of Esme’s evening gowns.

One that Harvey bought specifically for her, and one that Harvey has fucked her in countless times. his throat shakes at the memories of them before Harvey tears his eyes away from the garment, remembering whose body is wearing it.

Someone who is definitely not Esme. someone I should definitely never think of that way. ever. Harvey would never think of her that way. she’s his stepdaughter. why would I think of her that way? she must have sensed the tension in the air because she manages to overcome it very easily.

— Everything else is in the wash, but these are the only pajamas I could find. I hope you don't mind me wearing them, Uncle Harvey. - she says, taking bites of the strawberry pancake with condensed milk.

Harvey shakes his head at her answer and watches her as she shuffles through the dress. It's clear she thinks Harvey has a problem with how short the dress is, when in reality, Harvey has less clothes than she does.

— Don't worry, sweetie. I've undressed more times than I've dressed and I've never heard you complain. It's only fair that you get the chance to... - he trails off.

Harvey trails off, unsure of how to continue. His hand comes up to rub the back of his neck and a light blush rises to his cheeks.

Harvey didn't trust himself to ruin a simple conversation with his stepdaughter.

Melanie laughs as she stands up. she walks towards him and leans forward, wrapping her arms around his torso and she moves even closer, pushing into him. his breathing deepens and Harvey clenches his fist at his side, not wanting the blood to run anywhere else.

He's not fucking perverse.

It's been a while since he's had a woman's body near his and he's afraid of doing something stupid.

Harvey isn’t thinking of Melanie that way —she’s his damn stepdaughter.

So Harvey loosely wraps an arm around her waist and holds her as she melts against him, her face flat against his chest as she sighs softly. that sound coming out of her mouth is another reason he’s grateful he’s tensed his grip.

Life would be too weird for Harvey to have to explain to his stepdaughter why Harvey got horny when she was in his arms.

Melanie pulls away from his embrace and lifts her head to look at him.

— Try not to drink too much again. I’ll be upstairs finishing up some schoolwork, but I’ll be back in a few hours to help you with dinner, Uncle Harvey.

With that said, Melanie takes a step away from him and turns to leave. Harvey says before she leaves the room completely.

— Why aren’t you at school, honey? I don’t want you wasting your life here at home when you could be studying and making a name for yourself.

Her body freezes before she steps through the kitchen door and Harvey watches her breathing quicken through the soft satin material of her nightgown.

She turns, holds his eye contact as she mutters a single word, and then leaves to go to her room.

— Bleeding.

Harvey frowns and tilts his head at her retreating figure.

Bleeding?

Harvey could have sworn she’d used the same exact excuse on him last week. It’s not uncommon for girls to have their periods so close together, is it?

But Harvey doesn’t think much of it. He’s not going to question her about her health either. With her mother gone.

But what does catch him thinking as he walks over to grab a can of beer straight from the box is how his Melanie managed to find that particular evening gown, especially when Harvey did a great job of throwing away every single piece of Esme’s clothing the same night she dropped them off.

•••

Chapter 3.

Melanie Garcia.

17 Years.

I have a confession to make: I always knew my mom was cheating on my Uncle Stepdad.

I knew it the first time I caught her kissing one of my stepdad’s friends at one of my teenage birthday parties, and the second time when she called another one the night my dad went into town to buy us stuff to prepare for the coming cruel winter. she was nothing but a whore for staying with my stepdad while she cheated on him with other men, so many other men.

But for some reason, this particular guy was different for her.

I had only met him once, but I could see how nervous she was around him. It was weird, to say the least.

My mom, the person whose expression was neutral for most of my life, would blush and stumble over her words around this guy. I knew immediately that this time was different and that my mom wasn’t just messing around with this guy like the others, but was actively cheating on my stepdad with him.

Cheating on him in a way that would slowly make her question the meaning of her marriage and ultimately her relationship with my Uncle Stepdad.

I knew this the first day she snuck out to meet her boyfriend, and when she invited him into our home and into the bed she and my Uncle Stepdad shared, thinking I was at school.

I kept it all a secret from my Uncle Stepdad, but I acted like I was okay with what Mom was doing. In fact, I did a great job of convincing her that whatever was going on between them, this lover and her, was appropriate and that they both deserved it.

I convinced her that she deserved someone who loved her and that he was the right person for the job. I convinced her that whatever she was doing was right and that she deserved so much more than my dad because he was just a pathetic man who had no time for her, and that was what led her to cheat on him in the first place.

I blamed it on my Uncle Stepfather, knowing exactly what would happen between the two of them.

It didn't take much convincing after that.

A few days later, she decided she was better off without us and so she left with her lover.

I should have felt bad for breaking up their marriage, but I didn’t. they each deserve better. Mommy already has her boy lover replacing Uncle Stepdad and now all he needs is someone to replace her, and that someone is me.

Just knowing that I’m the only person my Uncle Stepdad needs, the one he needs, makes me feel all giddy inside. with Mommy no longer here, I’m the only one he can trust to help fulfill his needs and desires.

Last night was a clear example of that.

My passion for him, no matter how illicit or fucked up it may seem, has only grown with each day we spend together, and I can’t wait for the day he finally makes a move. so far, I’m the only one who’s been brave enough to show my true feelings to the other.

Putting my schoolbooks aside, I climb out of bed and pull my robe tighter around me. I'm just wearing a two-piece, it's a bit more daring than what I was wearing this morning, but the satin robe barely does anything to cover me. It's a smart idea to wear this.

I just want my Uncle Stepdad to see me, to see all of me, and see how much I’ve grown. I’ve noticed his eyes lingering on me, but I’ve also noticed how they only stay on me for a few seconds before he looks away, looking a little embarrassed at where his thoughts are taking him.

But this time, I want my Uncle Stepdad to look at me, to really look at me, and see exactly what kind of entrance he’s taken care of. taking one step at a time, I make my way down the stairs to where my Stepdad is standing. My lips curl at the sight before me. He’s sitting in his armchair with a bottle between his fingers.

I doubt he’s taken the time to get up and eat anything from the empty cans scattered around his feet, but he’ll probably do that after he’s taken a nap to sleep off all the drinking. this is his usual routine that I’ve memorized. I walk over to him, sitting down, with nothing but alcohol to entertain him.

— Do you want me to pour you another drink, Uncle Harvey. - I ask him, not bothering to wait for his answer.

Deliberately lowering myself to my knees on the floor, I show him all the ways my body has changed over the past few years, and the ways it cries out for him almost every day and night.

Lifting my eyes to his, I watch as Step-Uncle drags his gaze away from my body once more and fight the urge to roll my eyes to express my displeasure with the whole situation.

I don’t want to seem too needy just yet, not when he can barely look at me with confidence in his embrace. Step-Uncle lifts his chin an inch, so I pour him another glass. I’ve never seen him drink the way he has in weeks.

Holding the chilled glass between my fingers, I bring my other hand up to rub my index finger along the rim and dip my finger into the whiskey. He doesn’t like it when I drink.

I shuffle forward, still on my knees, and pass the glass to him, letting our fingers touch intentionally as I bring my wet finger to my lips, running the liquid across my bottom lip before my tongue peeks out to taste the drink. I watch Step-Uncle watch me.

I watch the way the bottle clasped between his fingers drops to the floor, cushioned by the carpet, and I watch as he takes a deep breath. and I watch as his eyes trace every movement of my tongue.

Finally, I let it slip back into my warm mouth and I watch as Step-Uncle takes a sip from the glass. to be honest, he swallows and drinks it all in one go. I watch with wide eyes as his thick throat works to swallow it all, and then I watch some more as his Adam’s apple bobs.

— You’re a great girl, honey.

Step-Uncle’s husky voice pulls me from my not-so-childish thoughts about my father and I look up, feeling startled.

The expression on my face doesn’t bother him at all, so it’s safe to say I wasn’t drooling yet.

— Honestly. I’ve never been so lucky to call you mine, Melanie. I hope you know how proud I am of you. you’re perfect, darling, and you’re growing into a wonderful young woman. I count myself lucky every day to be your Uncle.

He finishes his sentence with a yawn and my heart races. his words make me smile a soft smile at him and I feel a blush bloom all over my body.

Uncle Stepfather downs the last sip of liquid before tilting his head back, finishing the entire glass. his throat is tight like this and I’ve never wanted to sink my teeth into his flesh so desperately before. he sets the glass down on the coffee table and yawns, moving back in the chair before turning his head to the side and I watch as his eyes drift closed.

Shuffling forward a little, my knees burn from the texture of our carpet, but I don’t let the slight ache stop me. I lift myself up a little to watch Step-Uncle’s chest move up and down rhythmically. his breathing evens out as I lean forward, gently placing my weight on his thigh as I lift my hand to brush the stray hair from his forehead.

Moving even closer, I press a soft kiss to his stubbly cheek.

— Goodnight, Uncle Harvey.

He doesn't move. It's safe to say he's knocked out from all the drinking and then some.

He's had so many drinks before that I know he won't wake up from a single kiss. so I move even closer to Step-Uncle, close enough to where my front touches his legs, and I lift my head.

His warm breath touches my face and I lift myself up even higher, waiting until we're at the perfect angle where he hits my lips before diving in.

I press my lips to his.

My lips touch his and a small moan escapes me. My hands curl into the soft feel of the cotton material and my pussy throbs. I rock against Step-Uncle as I open my mouth, slipping my tongue out so I can slide it against his.

The bitter taste explodes across my nipples as I push my tongue further in, fighting the urge to wake Step-Uncle so he can take what's his as I slowly begin to pull away.

Swallowing, I savor Step-Uncle's taste before bringing my face down to his cock, licking the dark material. his cock hardens as I continue to suck on his thickness through the material. Step-Uncle takes a few deep breaths, my panties starting to get damp and I have to stop myself from grinding against his foot.

I don't know exactly how much he's had to drink and I don't want him to wake up from the overstimulation. before, when I kept an eye on how much he was drinking, it was easy to plan my next steps with Uncle Stepdad while he slept.

But I had forgotten to do that today and instead spent my time finishing the schoolwork I had managed to fall behind on.

Catering to Step-Uncle's sexual urges, even when he was asleep and didn't know he needed them satisfied by me, ended up taking up valuable time that should have been spent studying for exams. I didn't care because Step-Uncle was the one receiving my giving every time.

Pulling back, I swallow a few times to wet my mouth after sucking his dry material while watching his thick cock peek out over the band of his boxer briefs. I lower my head and swallow him whole, pulling the material down as I take as much of him as I can into my mouth.

My cheeks cave in and my head bobs. my tongue swirls over his slit that is already filled with pre-cum. Licking him from base to tip, I wrap my arms around his legs and force my head down, swallowing Step-Uncle's cock deep into my warm throat.

My pussy won't stop dripping.

I gag at the feeling of your cock sliding down my throat and my fingers grip even tighter on the underside of your thighs.

Step-Uncle's frequent raspy breaths and the way his cock twitches in my mouth are the telltale signs that he's close to cumming.

Coming up for some air, I force my head down and hum, opening my throat a little wider so I can take him even deeper. drool drips down the sides of my lips and runs down my chin, but I pay no attention, I know Step-Uncle likes to make a mess in the bedroom - I've seen him in the bedroom.

I swallow again and feel Step-Uncle squirm inside my mouth.

Warm liquid fills me as Step-Uncle empties his cum into my mouth. I block my throat and gently pull away from him, not wanting to swallow his cum yet, as I clean up the mess I've made.

It was times like these when I wished he was awake to take the lead, to finally take what's his. It was fun when I first started touching Step Uncle while he was sleeping, but since then, there's been almost no reaction from him. other than him getting hard and me getting wet, the excitement of it all seemed to lessen.

But still, I don't see this as an excuse to stop all this.

Whatever it is.

Because I know that when my Step-Uncle finally realizes how he feels about me, how he really feels about me, he will take the initiative and show me how a real man fucks.

With my mouth full of Step-Uncle's cum, I stand up on shaky legs and leave to go to my room. I will finally be able to touch myself there in the freedom of my own bed.

Sleep well, Step-Uncle.

•••

Chapter 4.

Melanie Garcia.

I finish wiping my wet hands on the towel and open the bathroom door, walking back to my room. I managed to squeeze out three orgasms, all back to back, before my body gave up and I stopped before passing out. there was still some bleeding, but I hoped it would heal tonight or early tomorrow.

I deserved another treat for being so generous to Uncle Stepdad Harvey. I was still vibrating with pleasure from all of this.

My body shivers when I notice another body in my room, but I instantly relax when I see that it is only my Uncle Stepdad Harvey.

— Aren’t you sleepy? - I ask.

I ask him as I step forward. he is sitting on my bed with his head down, no longer half naked, but still with enough skin showing as he is wearing a pair of shorts and a simple t-shirt to cover himself.

— Uncle Harvey? - I ask, stopping in front of him.

He slowly lifts his head to look at me. His thick eyebrows furrow as his eyes dart from my face to my lips, and then even lower.

My face starts to feel hot and I take another small step towards him, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his body. aside from my shorts and my nightgown, the only thing Uncle Stepdad is looking at is my bare skin exposed to him.

When I realize what he’s staring at, I let out a small sigh and take a step back. well, I try, because in a second, he’s suddenly reached out to grab my wrist between his thick fingers as he pulls me closer. boldly, too close.

— Uncle Harvey? - I call out again.

The contrast of his rough fingers against my soft skin sends shivers down my spine. Step-Uncle Harvey notices because he moves his fingers repeatedly over my bare wrist before his touch moves even higher.

When he reaches my arm, we both inhale sharply. Step-Uncle Harvey because he finally sees what’s there, and me because I finally see an expression on Step-Uncle’s Harvey face that I couldn’t see while he was sleeping.

Lust.

He stands up to his full height and my eyes fall. my heart pounds in my chest and I’m breathing so hard I feel like I’m going to pass out. forcing myself to calm down, I turn my head slightly to look at what Uncle Stepdad Harvey was so focused on.

Each of his fingers hovers over the marks he left on my arm and one by one they move down, fitting perfectly into the bruises.

From last night. my breath quickens and I look up at him.

— Uncle Harvey? - I call his name.

His throat bobs and I watch as he lifts his fingers and lowers them, repeating the action every so often before his hands move down as he rests them on my hips. he pushes me gently, just enough until my back touches the wall, and then he pins me to his own little corner.

— Where did you get those bruises from? - he asks.

I swallow again.

We're silent for a few seconds, neither of us wanting to answer the obvious answer to his question, but he presses me again.

— You weren’t supposed to see that. — I finally managed to say.

— I guess I wasn’t supposed to see the nail marks left on my thighs either. not the ones from last night, or the ones from just an hour ago. Huh, Doll?

I cross my arms over my chest, deliberately pushing my large breasts together as I lift my chin to look at Uncle Stepdad Harvey. my voice shakes as I speak, but I don’t dare let it break.

— I’m not sorry for what happened between us.

He doesn’t say anything in response.

Instead, Step-Uncle Harvey lowers his hands from my arms until they’re touching my bare waist. then, he brushes my skin before using his thumbs to rub circles along my hip bones. the sensation of it makes my lips part slightly and my nipples tighten beneath my tight nightgown.

I never imagined the truth would be revealed like this.

Step-Uncle Harvey opens his mouth to speak once more, and his husky voice fills my room.

— Did it hurt you?

We maintain eye contact as I answer.

— When?

I ask him, because as far as I know, Step-Uncle Harvey only remembers what happened last night and just an hour ago.

I remember all of it.

From riding Step-Uncle Harvey to blowing my pussy on the night of my eighteenth birthday, just a few days after Mom left us, and sucking him off before swallowing him dry. He was too drunk to register what was happening that night between the two of us. In fact, I could only touch him when he was drunk.

That’s why it’s been so easy for me to access Step-Uncle Harvey since he started drinking.

There are too many memories to remember which specific moment he’s asking me about, so I repeat my question.

His tongue darts out and I watch, transfixed, as that small piece of flesh slides across his bottom lip before slipping back into his warm mouth.

— Last night. did it hurt you?

I wonder, no.

Shaking my head, I uncross my arms and place my hands over Step-Uncle Harvey’s and squeeze them gently. In return, his thumbs dig deeper into me, but he doesn’t stop moving. My stomach tightens with butterflies as I wonder how this will all end.

He doesn’t dare take his eyes off my face.

— It didn’t hurt me. It was nice knowing you were in control for once. did it feel good for you? - I ask shyly.

His voice drops an octave as Step-Uncle Harvey leans down, just enough that I can feel the ends of his hair against my forehead and his lips brush against mine.

— Good? It was better than just good, Doll Bunny. -

A moan leaves my throat unintentionally and I feel myself getting even wetter. confidently, I lift myself up higher to look Step-Uncle Harvey straight in the eye as a small confession falls from my mouth.

— I want to feel like that again, Uncle Harvey.

I thrust into him, desperately—no, grinding my body against his shamelessly as my hand around his tightens with desire.

— I want you to take the lead, Uncle Harvey.

It’s obvious who I’m talking about, but he doesn’t pay attention to it. he reaches up and brushes a strand of hair away from my forehead. the action is very personal and I find myself leaning into him, pushing my face into that space between his collarbone and jaw.

His warmth envelops me and he lets me stand close to him.

Twisting his finger around my hair, he gently pulls me back and lifts my chin so I can look at him.

I know what I’m going to hear before he even says anything.

My heart starts to crack and there’s no moisture left in my mouth.

The moisture has gone all the way to my eyes.

His voice is soft now as he speaks to me. I know what’s coming, but I don’t prepare myself. I can’t prepare myself.

— You had your fun with me, Melanie. now go to sleep. we can both forget about this, all of this, and treat tomorrow as it should be treated; as a new day. I understand that you’re mad about your mother leaving, but that’s not the way to act. this isn’t right, Melanie. go to sleep.

Uncle Stepfather Harvey leans in and for a tiny second, I think he’s going to kiss me, right on the lips. he doesn’t.

He cups my face between his fingers and turns me to the side, placing a soft kiss on my cheek before pulling away.

The kiss is so soft and quick that I barely register the feeling of his sharp stubble moving against me as he pulls away. my throat tightens and tears well up in my eyes.

Rejection.

— Goodnight, Melanie. - and he, like everyone else in my life, leaves immediately.

I let the first sob escape my mouth before the second, third, and fourth join in. within minutes, I was sunk on the floor with my head in my hands and my face dripping wet.

I can’t stop myself from crying so hard. the tears just won’t stop flowing. how embarrassing. kneeling down, I reach under my bed and pull out the box I keep hidden there. between the tears that keep rising and falling from my eyes and the sobs that leave my mouth, I keep replaying what just happened.

Rejection.

The word echoes in my head as I search for something, anything, to quell the embarrassment and pain I’m feeling right now.

Grabbing a bottle, barely able to read what it is because of the moisture in my eyes, I unscrew it and bring it to my lips, tilting my head back before swallowing. I swallow it the way Uncle Stepfather Harvey does, not caring about the burn in my throat, until I force myself to stop.

If I drink any more, I’ll throw up and that’s no longer an embarrassment I’m trying to pass on to myself.

But when I stop drinking, the memory keeps replaying as the tears continue to fall. So I keep drinking until the memory of what just happened disappears from my head.

The truth should never have been revealed this way.

[capcollector]

sorry i literally just got on and already..

i know it’s just a glitch but this made it seem like he called danse dad

[helianthus21]

thinking about Armand in trinity gate or wherever watching Sybelle play piano while Benji and Daniel get into a "fight" about which of them is cheating in their game of chess, and letting himself smile softly to himself bc his family is here and he gets to have this now:')

[ahamkara-apologist]

Eido not being great at shooting, hard cut to the guardian handing her a wardcliff coil because then she doesn't NEED to aim (:

Tbf, I think that's probably why Misraaks's gift to her was a rocket launcher XD don't need much precision skills when you're just throwing a fucking rocket at someone! Her with a wardcliff would be hilarious, I think it would fit her pretty well

Tho I think that she'd have to be comically bad at aiming to get that far- I think she's got enough people in her life who know their way around guns to get her where she needs to be. Especially the Young Wolf- they're nothing if not tenacious, after all

[dick-helmet-magneto]

Kurt and Pietro dating but then freaking out because “oh my god we’re related”

As everyone tries to assure them they’re not. Just because Pietro’s dad is dating Kurt’s mom’s adoptive brother that does not make them related in the slightest

[rukafais]

Drizzt trusts you with his life, Jarlaxle, but he doesn't trust you not to do weird things to his accidental haircut in the sake of fashion

[aurorawritestoescape]

Bad Blood